Chapter 4
The rest of the week passes without any more visitors. I wake up every morning with Mio in my bed, even though I leave him downstairs when I go to sleep at night. I work hard to restore Nana’s garden to its original glory, and when I’m out back—out of sight from the road and all the neighbors—Mio keeps me company, and I have to stop him from eating all the carrots and digging a gazillion holes in the garden. “I should have named you Digger,” I mutter more than once.
When I’m up front, he hops inside as though he’s hiding from the people who were here looking for him, and that makes me feel less like a thief for shoving the business card into a kitchen drawer and pretending it doesn’t exist. I almost expected them to be back and call me out on my lie, but I haven’t seen them sin
